On dark sea nights, sailors tremble in
Fear for their lives in the face
Of the storm that is
Gusting like a banshee's
Wailing through the rigging.
But where they search for
Light from the shore, my
Fate cannot reach me for you
Hold me fast and prevent my
Ruin upon the shoals I cannot see.
No matter the weather you hold me
Together through any storm that comes
My way is secure because I can turn to you
My anchor holds me fast against the
Windy gale that I face every day.
I never show you the respect you deserve, and for that I am sorry. Thank you for being there for me and for all you have done. This poem is a poor tribute, but I dedicate it to you just the same.
3 comments:
Beautiful.
This is beautiful. You should continue to write. Who ever this was for, I am sure they know what a wonderful kind of person you are and that they are lucky to have you in their life.
Orchid_Lily, I've hit a bit of a dry spot. Haven't found a reason to write about for a while, but I will try to write something up for you.
As for the person I dedicated this to, they might know, they might not. I really don't know.
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